Lucius sat down in the mini restaurant compartment of the private jet.
As for how it fit into the jet… he did not know, but what he did know was that he was currently sitting down opposite the President's daughter, Amber, while looking ahead.
They were the only ones in this place.
Another member of the crew had decided to show the ladies around while Amber apparently pulled him here for some kind of important chat, though he could already guess what the conversation would be about.
'Council nonsense,' he thought with an internal sigh.
"How are we supposed to eat in here…?" He asked, glancing around the space.
There was no staff behind the counters. Hell, it didn't even look like a restaurant apart from the chairs and tables.
The whole setup seemed sterile, almost like a waiting room rather than a dining area. Though he had eaten breakfast, he would give a lot for a nice dessert right about now.
